february 8th, 2017: im stuttering

breaking out the storm blue 1s for the gym. i wanted to switch up my chest workout for the day, but just went with old faithful. i did step up to 70s on the bench though so thats something. i still felt terrible the whole time though.

work was largely routine today. so i guess thats good. somehow i got really tripped up at a meeting today and couldnt for the life of me figure out what i was talking about. i could say mostly anything since nobody cares, but i was very lost. it was like i had no idea who that bradshaw guy was. is.

somewhere in the day i found time to pick up blink 182 tickets. 2 for here. 2 for charleston. good times are a comin'.

trying to work through some online training thing is being mostly terrible. channeling my inner eddy guerrero and it is not working.

a brief stop by wal-mart after work to see whats up with that battery light. apparently it needs a re-charge. i also need an oil change, but the wait time wasnt for me. so thatll happen later

watching monsters university and reading up on the days events. sonny moore got back with from first to last recently. apparently that emo night los angeles is a real thing. i need that in my life. talking to olivia for a bit about track practice and the levi life. she even spit a few bars of some authentic charleston rap. shes also looking forward to blink-182. itll be lit she says.

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